Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.